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[loganinkosovo]

Up to this point I have been reticent to post anything here of my experiences not knowing if I retain control of or ownership of the content. But I thought I'd put something up for the other GV's to show I have had my run-ins with spirits, both good and bad.

 

Enjoy.....

 

 

Room 142


In the early 1990's the U.S. Army still had troops in many areas of
the Netherlands running pre-positioned equipment sites and the
movement control (shipping) headquarters for Europe. I was stationed
in the Schennin area with an office in Masstricht and a room in the
barracks in Brunssum. The barracks where originally the dormitory for
the High school run by the military there. It was no longer needed so
it was converted into a barracks for the American soldiers stationed
in the area who were not part of the Nato contingent there.

The building was made of large cinder blocks, bricks and a prefab
roof constructed of long, 2 and a half foot wide cement planks. The
roof was flat and the walls between rooms were just the width of a
brick with plaster on both sides, about 4 inches (this will become
important later in the narrative). You could hear the TV and
conversations of the people in the next room.

 

I was assigned room 142.

They had had an earthquake only a month before I got there (first one
they ever had and it scared the crap out of them) so there was some
damage to the room. The cinder blocks around the window frame shifted
in the earthquake and had cracks that went all the way through to the
outside. This allowed cold air to blow into the room in winter. Just
to make things a little colder they turned off the radiators at
midnight and didn't turn them on again until 6 am to save money. No
heat or hot showers until about 6:30 and most of us were up and out
by 5 am.

Everything was fine until the first winter. The entire atmosphere of
the room changed. I put it down to it being so cold and damp. One
night I woke up to the bed shaking. I first thought it was another
earthquake or aftershock. Being from California this didn't bother me.
I've been through many such and they have never frightened me. But the
shaking went on and on. I finally realized this was no earthquake.
Then came the feeling of utter hate and immense danger. I found I
couldn't move or speak. Feeling like something was holding me down.

Finally (it felt like a year went by) the bed stopped shaking and the
feeling went away. I discovered I could move. I jumped up out of the
bed and slammed on the overhead light. I started a search of the room,
looking under the bed first and then the wall lockers and so on. I
didn't find anything and then tried to get some sleep with the light
on since I had a 5 am formation in the morning.

About this time I found another quirk this room had. The ceiling and
walls made popping and cracking sounds all night . The noise was so
loud it woke me up many times during each night. These were very
loud! The only way to explain it is if you have ever heard the sound
that comes off the ice of a frozen lake at night. That same popping,
cracking noise came from the walls and roof all night. I thought it
was just ice forming on the flat roof, the building contracting in the
cold or settling due to the earthquake.

Everything settled into a routine. The heavy, ominous atmosphere. The
popping and cracking all night. Being awoken every night at 3 am on the
dot, scared shirtless, the bed shaking and unable to move. It was
getting ridiculous. I wasn't able to sleep until morning and missing
formations, late for work. I couldn't just tell the First Sergeant I
was late because something in my room doesn't like me. I couldn't move
since the place was full and I could give no rational reason to move.

This went on all winter long and then when spring came it all went
back to normal. No popping. No 3 am shaking, immobility and fear. The
atmosphere changed 180 degrees like a breath of fresh air had blown
through. Even the light in the room had changed. Things were brighter,
easier to see and focus on.

I started asking the guys in the other rooms if they had the same
problems (the popping and cold. Not the 3 am wake up call). No one had
those problems, including the guy who had the room next to me. I could
hear his TV but he couldn’t hear the walls sounding like they were
about to fall down!

The next winter the atmosphere came back and shortly after, all the
other things. It was on one night this winter that I finally saw the
S.O.B. The 3 am wake up call came as usual but even though the bed
was shaking I found I could move. I looked up from the bed and saw a
face hanging in the air about 5 feet above the floor. It was like he
was looking around a doorway located halfway between the bed and the
real doorway. I didn't see him for long since I jumped right through
him to get to the light switch. He had blonde or light hair parted in
the middle and he was glaring at me with real hated. I saw him
just that once but cussed him every night.

The woods (Brunssumer  Heide) located behind our barracks had a bad
reputation. The SS (brought in to stiffen the resistance of the 15th
Army who had retreated across France and Belgium pursued by the Allied
forces) and the G.I.'s liberating the area had a real nasty fight in
it in 1944. None of the SS made it out. Since then it has had murders and
rapes committed in it or the victims dumped in it. I once decided to
walk through it one night as a short cut from the education center on
the other side of the woods back to our barracks. Bad idea. Most of
the way I could hear something moving through the woods parallel to
the trail/road I was walking on and staying even with me. I would stop
and it would stop a beat or two later. There are no echoes in this
woods and no animals big enough to make that much noise. There were

no animal noises at all during this walk.  I pulled out
my first and only line of defense, my pocket  knife, and started moving at a
brisk pace but the thing stayed with me until I left the woods.

A few months after I moved out of the barracks a friend who still
lived there and in whom I had confided the strangeness of my room
stopped by where I was working and told me the new occupant of my room
was complaining of strange popping noises and the sink turning on by
itself. My friend told him the room was haunted but the guy wouldn't
believe him.

This was one of the two real nasty things, of the ghost kind, I've
had to deal with so far. You could feel the evil just radiating off of
him.


That's it for installment one...

Edited by loganinkosovo, 17 March 2015 - 07:18 PM.

[Firefly Queen]

Thank you for sharing this experience, it seems that as I've seen before online a lot of SS paranormal activity still lingers. 

[loganinkosovo]

Thank you for sharing this experience, it seems that as I've seen before online a lot of SS paranormal activity still lingers. 

 

You are most welcome, Fire. 

The GURP



A number of years ago when stationed in Heidelberg, Germany I was
assigned Government Rental Property quarters (the acronym for it, GRP,
is pronounced Gurp) in Swetzingen, a small town outside of Heidelberg.
It was in a relatively new hi-rise apartment building. Our (the ex was
still with me at the time) apartment was on the second floor and was
an outside apartment on the west side of the tower. I worked a 12 hour
night shift 7 days on, 1 day off. With PT and shift change-over
briefings it turned into a 14 to 16 to 20 hour day depending upon what was
going on.

I would get back to the apartment, drop the "Rolladen" (Metal screens
which cover the whole window. A great security device and completely
darkens a room when they are down) and try to get some sleep before
having to go back on duty. From the first day there something would
wake me up (that something I now call my "spook proximity alarm") and
I'd see some very strange things.

Shadow like black silhouettes, some of them monk shaped with cowls,
others woman shaped with shawl like coverings on their heads, others
just human shaped (no head coverings) sitting or standing about the
room. Fuzzy balls that looked charged with electricity and made a
staticy, crackling noise as they passed. Tubes of translucent blue or
green fluid that shifted back and forth inside the tube like a wave
machine as they passed through the room from the west wall then length
wise across the bed over me then out the east wall. The balls of light
also took this same path. I had never felt threatened by any of this
and passed it off as something induced by exhaustion. I'd just think
"Hm, that's interesting" and just roll over and go back to sleep.

That was until we were invited to dinner in an apartment on the 7th
floor and in the same position as ours in the tower. After dinner I
got up to stretch my legs and have a look around our neighbor's place.
It was at that time, while looking through the west facing window in
their kitchen, I found we were only a few blocks from a huge cemetery.
I also noticed that the main road to the autobahn ran right through
this cemetery! So right through that only half of the chapel was still
standing. The road ran through where the rest of it would have stood.

We never saw this cemetery before because the Germans have a habit of
putting up 12 foot cement walls on their autobahns, state highways and
major roads. It's impossible to see whats on the other side unless
your up above it as I was. Suddenly all the things I was seeing made
sense. What would make you more irritated and stirred up than some
jerk putting a Highway through your last resting place and right over
your head?

I have read that when Catholic cemeteries (don't get upset, I'm RC
also) are consecrated the priest goes to each of the four walls and
says a special prayer of binding and blesses the wall with holy water.
This acts like a roach motel... what goes in can't get out. I imagine
something of the kind is done with Protestant and Jewish ones also. By
breaking the cemetery walls with the road, I guess, would also break
the binding, allowing them to travel.

My apartment seems to have been a highway of another type altogether!
I of course didn't tell anyone of my visitors at the time, not even
the ex (who didn't believe in that stuff even though she lived in a
haunted house growing up), since I had a security clearance to consider and
these things were frowned upon by the Government. Still are, as far as
I know.

 

[loganinkosovo]

ok... here's another one, Folks.

 

 

 

The Window


Many years ago, when I was an 18 year old tank commander in Germany,
we had a very interesting window in our barracks building. It was one
of two located in a friend of mine's room just down the hall from me.
This was before the Army wasted millions of dollars to refurbish
(rebuild) the structures which made them a lot worse, of course.

During my time the buildings were exactly as they had been when
they were built (1870's-1930's). Minus the swastikas and the Adolf
posters. The hallways had built-in gun racks for mausers and all. The
windows were wooden framed and had two sides which opened from the
middle and swung left and right back into the room. The glass in many
of them was imperfect and looked wavy. The windowsills were very
wide compared to American windows and were made of a slab of granite
or concrete depending on how old the building was. We used these in
the winter as an ad hoc refrigerator, causing casualties when a stiff
breeze came up (a half full coke bottle makes a great bomb!). Many of
the barracks were built around the time of the Franco-Prussian war of
1870.

The window in question was an original. None of the others were like
it. What made it special? It smelled. Not bad.... but good, VERY
GOOD!. If you were in the room with the windows open, you could not
smell anything out of the ordinary (for a barracks full of 80 hard
working, sweating guys and their dirty laundry). The same goes for
when you had your head fully out of the window and could look straight
down or up as the case may be. But when you had the windows open and
your head inside the window frame you could smell....Perfume! And not
just any perfume, but an exotic, sensual, makes everything hard just
to smell it type of perfume. It wasn't coming from the wooden frame,
it wasn't coming from the sill, it wasn't even coming from the stucco
around the window. There were no trees nearby, no laundry vents and
no women on our side of post. This stuff was powerful! But only in an
area 4'x4'x18".

My friend became obsessed with it and spent hours trying to find a
source or a logical explanation. He never did. He also spent hours
trying to get rid of the smell since it spooked him after he couldn't
explain it. He cleaned the window area with everything known to man.
He even cleaned an area of at least 3 feet around the outside of the
window with Bleach, Ammonia and even our own special concoction of
Bleach, Ammonia and fizzing toilet bowl cleaner pellets that you had
to wear your gas mask and NBC gloves to use since one of the
by-products was mustard gas. This stuff will clean anything and take
your hide off if you’re not careful. Still the perfume was there.

The rest of us were content to waft the perfume and dream. It's hard
to explain the scent. It was kind of musky, oriental, jasminey and
put the male libido into overdrive! But it never left that window.
Just one of those weird and wonderful things. Many of us wanted to
trade rooms and even offered a cash bonus but he would have none of
it. He felt that it was his room and no smelly ghost was going to run
him out of it. It became a sort of war between them. He would try a
new cleaner or combination of cleaners and then call us in to test the
window. It was still there of course, and he would retire to plot his
next attack. He never succeeded and never capitulated. I guess it gave
him something to do with his off time.

We all wondered why it was there and what it was but we never could
figure it out. The previous owners were Waffen SS troops so I doubt if
any of them were wearing perfume. Of course we came up with the usual
suspects such as suicide or murder but talking about it within ear
shot of the window or even trying to provoke whom ever it may have
been never changed the situation.

 

Just the lingering scent of a woman.

[loganinkosovo]

Is there any interest in these experiences?

 

I kind of feel like  I'm posting in a vacuum.....

[Cryscat]

Sorry, I was too busy reading your installments to comment! Love them! Your Room 142 story sounds familer. I think someone else who had the room wrote about it. The details are not the same, but the overall events are very simular.

 

"The Window" had me giggling. Perfume is a lot better than some of the other options!

Edited by Cryscat, 02 April 2015 - 09:23 PM.

[LycanGhost]

Certainly better than somebody's rotting corpse farts!

[loganinkosovo]

Sorry, I was too busy reading your installments to comment! Love them! Your Room 142 story sounds familer. I think someone else who had the room wrote about it. The details are not the same, but the overall events are very simular.

 

"The Window" had me giggling. Perfume is a lot better than some of the other options!

 

Well. I first wrote up that experience in about 1997 or 1998 and have posted it in at least two other places over the years so I'd bet you either saw one of my original posts from years ago or someone is ripping me off.....

[loganinkosovo]

Bosnian Ghosts



In contravention to standing orders I got a little place off the camp (apartment) where I sleep most of the time. (5 years in a seahut with 5 other smelly guys is not my recipe for bliss.) From the first night I heard an argument/conversation that happened every night for 3 years. It is a man and a woman talking real loud at each other. (Bosnian's normal conversation sounds like an argument to anyone else so I can’t tell if they are fighting or just talking).

It starts in the apartment above me in the 2 floor house (which is empty and always has been, it's a brand new house and I was the first and only tenant) and travels into my living room and then into my kitchen/dining room where the conversation is interspersed with the sound of cutlery/silverware hitting the kitchen table and bouncing a little like the person doing it is slamming them down to make a point or show that they are angry.

This started at around 3 am every night and at the end of it someone pounds on my bedroom door, which I keep closed, just once. The bed then starts to shake and I feel hands being put on my legs through the covers. If I ignore the vibration it is interspersed with thumps on the bottom of the bed like someone is laying underneath it a giving it a good whack every once in a while. I finally started to tell them to leave me alone out loud and the vibrating and hands on legs feeling abated somewhat. As you can see I didn't get much sleep.

The ghosts were verified by a guy I worked with. He came over to stay the night since off post is the only place you could drink any form of alcohol. The troops could not drink at all but they had a two week leave in the middle of a 12 month deployment and we were down there for years. I had a little gas grill so we barbequed some steaks and I had a beer and at the end of the night, around 11 pm, I had a snifter of remy martin. My guest had considerably more since it was the first time he had been able to have a drink in 6 months. My co-worker rolled up on the couch and went to sleep/passed out.

I came out in the morning and he was sitting there wide-awake. The conversation woke him up from a dead sleep at 3 am when it started upstairs. As it traveled down into my living room he said it sounded like they were on either side of him yelling at each other. They then traveled into the kitchen, which is open to the living room, and he said he could almost see the kitchen table move every time he heard the cutlery hit the top of it.

He wandered around the apartment and even outside in the dark trying to figure out where the noises were coming from but did not find anything. He sat up the rest of the night and couldn’t wait to get back to Camp.

I hadn't told him about the late night guests, only that I was having some problems. It was his first experience with Ghosts.

 

 

My co-worker and I both had another experience in Bosnia when we were there. I had it first and didn't say anything until he ran into it.

We had an office at Camp McGovern that we would have to staff over night every once in a blue moon. The DA Civilians who paid for our services had cut that slot and we had to cover that camp from our base of operations at Camp Dobol and then from Commanche Base and finally from Eagle Base.

I had set up the office with a bed, a microwave and a refrigerator so when he had to go up there to teach a class I gave him the key to the office so he had a room of his own (a well sought after situation).

When he got back he described the same thing I had witnessed.

Directly across from our office was a cinder block pig barn that had been cleaned out and was being used as a tactical operations center. The wall facing the office had been used by the serbian troops during the war as a backstop for firing squads. The bullet holes were still very much evident and were mostly at the same height and in a line. The hill top had seen some fierce fighting and knocked out T-38-85 tanks and other vehicles had been left there at the end of the war.


Shortly after midnight, when the camp is very quiet, he was awakened by the sounds of a noisy group of people walking by the office going towards the pig barn. he got up and looked through the window but could see no one. The sounds were still there and right outside the window (the bed was positioned so that you didn't have to get up to look out of it, only sit up).

He went to the door and stepped outside. As soon as the door opened the sounds stopped. He walked around the building but found no one. Went back inside and layed back down but he could not get back to sleep because this is when the real fun started.

All the rest of the night he kept seeing the shadows of people running back and forth on the pig barn wall with no one in the area to cast those shadows!

Needless to say he decided not to take up my offer of the office key the next time he had to go up to that camp.


Like all previously Communist controlled countries most Bosnians claim they do not believe in ghosts......but they all have stories of what they have seen and heard in the night.

Edited by loganinkosovo, 04 April 2015 - 05:03 PM.

[loganinkosovo]

Kosovo Ghosts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can still "feel" when I'm in an area or building that isn't quite right. . A very good example was the Morgue on Camp Bondsteel in Kosovo.

It was less than 50 meters from my office there. I became good friends with the graves registrations/mortuary services kid who worked there by himself. The first time I stepped into his office/prep room I had to step back out again. The feeling was just too intense. I took me a while to get used to it. We had a lot of our early discussions on his porch (which is where he kept his coffins.)

His office area was just off the prep room where he had two stainless prep tables. He had a toilet, shower, computer, refrigerator and microwave so he seldom left the office. The back of his office area was open to the prep area and could be closed off with a large plastic curtain. He never used the curtain.

Any KFOR military or civilian who died and any Kosovar civilian who died downtown in suspicious circumstances or were found and went unclaimed when through his green boxes (People Refers) and across his prep tables.

He finally told me that late at night while working on his computer he would see someone pacing back and forth behind him in the prep room. He would see the shadow in the reflection of his monitor glass but when he turned around, no one was there.

This freaked him out a little since he was in a locked building, in a locked compound, and only he had the keys.

It was then that I told him why I would only come a step or two inside his office and preferred to stay on the porch when I went to visit him. I could feel that old feeling of massive pressure and anger but this was mixed with a bit of confusion. None of it seem directed at me personally but seemed more of a general "Get Out" feeling.

As the months wore on I found that feeling receding and could spend time in the building without having to resort to the porch. I guess who ever it was just got used to me.

[LycanGhost]

They probably did. And/or found you interesting enough to not chase off. Just my two cents worth, though.

[loganinkosovo]

They probably did. And/or found you interesting enough to not chase off. Just my two cents worth, though.

 

Or Weird enough.....

 

 I hope that was it but thank God who ever it was was stuck there and didn't travel to my office container. 

 

Those Corpse Frigidaires were interesting. He gave me a tour of them. They are set up for 6 in each box but if you have to you can stack 14 or more in them. Just turn the thermostat down a little more.

Edited by loganinkosovo, 13 April 2015 - 11:27 PM.

[LycanGhost]

Wow. Hm, may need to remember that...

[loganinkosovo]

These things happened when I was stationed at the National Training Center, Ft. Irwin, California.

We spent about a year in an apartment in Lynwood until quarters came available. We then moved to Appomattox Street on post. These were relatively new quarters, a four plex, two up, two down. We had a two bedroom, first floor apartment.

Our daughter was a newborn at the time and I had every night feeding from the time she was about 3 months old. The ex has epilepsy and claimed she couldn't hear our daughter cry after taking her meds but had no problems elbowing me in the ribs when I couldn't hear her! I had no problems waking up though when my "Spook Proximity Alarm" went off. Both of our visitors were full body apparitions.

The first visitor we had was really interesting. She was just standing in the corner of the room about 4 or 5 feet from the bed and on my side of it. She was no more that 5 feet tall and nude! She was wrapped in what looked like a large sheet of see-through lace. Kind of like a winding sheet made from a Large German lace curtain. She had what I call an old fashioned figure, like Venus De Milo. Small firm pert breasts, a narrow torso, rounded hips and that little rounded bulge in her lower abdomen. You see this figure today on small women occasionally. She was small but full-grown. Maybe from about eighteen to somewhere in her mid or late twenties. It was hard to tell. I couldn't make out any facial features since that area was black but she had long hair down her back to her buttocks. I woke up and watched her for a while. I got the impression she was just checking things out. I felt nothing but curiosity from her. I finally thought "Hmm, That's interesting." Then rolled over and went back to sleep. At the moment I didn't find the encounter erotic but looking back, this girl was pretty hot!

The second and final visitor we had was another woman, about 5'6'. She was either wearing a dress from about the 1890's or a dressing gown from the 1940's. Mutton chop sleeves (big puffy shoulders and tight narrow forearms), a wide lapel, narrow waist with a belt and a full skirt. She had slightly longer than shoulder length straight hair that she wore down and parted in the middle. She was standing at the foot of the bed about two feet away from it and looking down at me. Where her face and hands should be were nothing but black areas. Like one large and two smaller black holes. Once again I felt she was just traveling through and stopped by to check things out. Since she came no closer to the bed and I felt no harm coming from her, I finally just rolled over and went back to sleep.

These were the only times I saw them but I felt a non-threatening presence in my daughters room most of the time and she would talk for hours to someone when we put her in her crib at night and when she woke up in the morning.

There was a well know ghost on post. A spouse who had hung herself in her quarters. They couldn't keep families in those quarters after that. But that was over in the older set of quarters built in the 1950's and 60's.

There were two marked graves out where I worked. The Army found them when they were rebuilding the roads out in the training area, gave them nice white crosses and fenced off their graves with wrought iron and then surrounded them with old tank tracks to keep the fences from being damaged. The first was a 20 mule team Borax driver named Conway who died on the old Government road that went from Death Valley to LA, which also went through our post. The second was an old prospector named Anderson who died of natural causes while looking for a strike. He was found a few weeks after he died with his faithful dog still protecting him from the wild animals. (Just one more case for man's best friend, Cats won't wait for wild animals, they'll eat you themselves!) I spent three years sleeping next to Anderson but never felt or saw a thing.

I had to be out in the desert 28 days a month but had a lot of time on my hands when out there so I used to visit the old mining camps like Crackerjack and poked around the old mines dug in the 1930's (which are what we think of as normal mines, horizontal shafts, dug into the sides of hills, which finally meet up with the vertical shafts of the older digs) looking for turquoise and just killing time. The only other paranormal thing happened while I was out snooping around the old diggings.

I had a new guy in the section and was showing him around the area and showing him where to go and where not to go. The old silver mines were dug by Cornish and Welsh miners in the 1880's and 1890's brought over for that specific purpose. These mine shafts are 20' by 20' holes perfectly square and going straight down about 75 to 100 feet. They have tunnels leading off them every 30 feet or so. This particular shaft was dug into the valley floor and you cannot get into these mines since even when they were operating it took a donkey engine and an elevator to get into them. These mines are very dangerous since they collapse all the time, aren't marked and you could drive off into them with a car and no one would ever know.

I was showing the new guy how deep they are by picking up a rock and tossing it into the shaft. I took a long time to fall but we heard it hit and shortly after we hear a male voice from the bottom of the shaft yell "Hey, cut that out!" We both looked at each other and I'm sure my eyes were as round as his! I said that maybe someone fell in and we started calling out to see if they needed help. We got no answer. I then had him hold my legs while I slid on my belly so I could look over the lip of the shaft. I shone my maglite all around and called some more but saw nothing and got no answer. Nothing had been in that shaft in a hundred years. I then got a chill up my spine and had him pull me back from the edge. I look at him and said "Let's get the F**K out of here!" He said, "I'm right behind you, dude and don't slow down!" He had a chill up his spine the same time I did and felt we had to leave like RIGHT NOW also.

I know this shaft, the only way in was where we were standing and there is no way in h*ll anyone could have got into it without ropes. Who would have gone down on ropes and pulled them in after them? This was seriously Spooky! Later, we used to joke about this between ourselves but no one else would believe it. I sure as h*ll never threw another rock in that particular mine!


 

[LycanGhost]

Hey, maybe you fund a gate to H*ll, and ol' Lucy was warning you off.